unfinished threads and feathery hair
reaching, accepting, they say:
"let me be part of you,"
coils and curls, a strange embrace,
cycles of twining and retwining
a dance in the air, each time closer
ivy and yew, blended with ferns,
each knowing how to live alone
and heart in hand, unraveled,
choosing not to.
I really like this one. I may add to it. :)
Writing this reminded me of a yew I saw two years ago at Brooklyn's Sakura Matsuri. It was really amazing... I hope we have a picture somewhere. Google gave me this one:
It's very different than the one I remember, but has some of the same elements. I always feel like these trees wear their skeletons on the outside. It's striking to see the dark and light wood embrace each other.
I like this ivy, too:
Can I do better? Could I do more?
Some wonder into tomorrow,
And some just "post entry". ;)